As he turns to check on the food, his eyes catch mine, and a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches me watch him. The warmth in his gaze makes my heart flutter, and I can’t help but admire the charm that seems to roll off him effortlessly.
I lean my head against the side of the chair, my book forgotten, content to simply watch him cook.
After eating the best pancakes and bacon I’ve ever had, Lance asked if I wanted to watch a movie, since there wasn’t much else to do with the storm raging outside. Some action movie plays on the screen, but I can’t focus. Turning my head to look at Lance at the other end of the couch, I ask, “Why didn’t you decorate for Christmas?”
He taps his finger on the arm of the couch before answering. “No one to spend it with, so why would I worry about decorating?”
His answer makes sense. I was ready to come up here and not even acknowledge Christmas, since I was expecting to be alone, but I was so happy when I saw the cabin decorated. That brings me to another question: why is a man like Lance single?
Before my brain can catch up with my mouth, I blurt out, “Are you not dating anyone?” I smack my hand over my mouth, and Lance graces me with another smile.
“Nah. I work a lot, and I don’t think it’s fair to start something with someone when I don’t have the time,” he answers, not looking away from me.
I only nod. For whatever reason, I don’t like his answer. A man like Lance deserves to be happy, but the thought of him dating someone sends a wave of jealousy through me. He must notice, because he doesn’t avert his gaze. Instead, he calls me out.
“What’s that look for?” he asks, leaning back on the couch, his legs spread. God, what I would do to kneel between them…
What? No, Kallie. Stop being horny for him.
“What look?” I ask, readjusting myself on the couch, my gaze snapping to the TV in hopes he’ll drop it. I have no such luck.
“The one you just gave me after asking me about my dating life.”
“I didn’t give you a look.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No—” Before I can defend myself, he has his hand wrapped around my ankle and pulls me onto my back. His fingers dig into my side, and I can’t hold in the laugh.
Is this man fucking tickling me right now?
“Lance! Oh my God! Stop!” I yell in a mix of laughter and shouts, but he doesn’t stop until I try to tickle his side, which seems to do the trick. Next thing I know, Lance is on top of me, both my wrists in one hand above my head. My chest rises and falls with deep breaths as I try to calm my erratic heart.
His brown eyes bore into mine, and if I could, I’d stay here forever.
Chapter Eight
Lance
I know I shouldn’tbe pressed in between her thighs right now, but fuck, I want nothing more than to pull her pants down and eat her pussy like I’m a starved man.
It has been a long six months since the last girl I was intimate with, and even then, it wasn’t anything much. On top of that, there aren’t any women here who like the lifestyle I live. They all want the city life, and I want the farthest thing from that. It’s why I live alone in the middle of the woods and own a bar in this small little town with only a few friends. Shayla was the only woman I dated for almost a year before calling it off. We are too different, wanted too many different things. But she’s still one of my closest friends.
“Lance…” Her soft voice hits my ear as I hover my lips over her slender neck, wanting nothing more than to work my lips down her body. A moan leaves her mouth as I press my throbbing cock against her covered pussy. My brain catches up with my stupid dick, and I push away from her, releasing her wrists. Kallie’s mouth is open as she breathes heavily from her place on the couch.
Fuck. I can’t believe I just did that.
“Fuck—Kallie. I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I run my hand through the top of my hair and start pacing. Robert can’t find out I just dry-humped his daughter. I close my eyes, willing myself to regain control and squash the feelings threatening to spill.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself and find some semblance of calm against the storm raging within me. But as I open my eyes to tell her I made a mistake, she’s no longer there.
I decided it was best to give her some space after what happened, knowing we were both just caught up in the moment.I think. There isn’t any way she would be interested, right? No way she’d want an older guy like me.
Bending down, I toss a log into the hot coals. The snow has finally slowed, and the cabin is still nice and toasty. The sun has begun to set, and I know I need to find Kallie, but before I get the chance, a text comes through, pulling my thoughts away from her.
Kiernan:Heard from a little birdy that a young brunette is shacking up with you during this fine snowstorm.
The perks of living in a small town means everyone knows everything. I can’t help but roll my eyes. Barbra, my noisy ass neighbor, is the biggest gossip of everyone. It’s the only explanation. She must’ve seen her with me when we got here. It’s not as if I’m hiding her, but damn, I wish some of these people would stay out of things not concerning them.
